Goooooooood morning,
It's been a few sleeps since the last time I posted. Surprise, surprise. A few things have changed in my life in that minute period. I'll start with the biggest, as I am not very good at being discrete (discreet? hmm).
The first thing is Jon (or mYnAMEjon as he likes to announce, not unlike a pokemon). We met last April, began officially dating July 27th (the same day as my thesis defense... many a milestone that day), and he's been sorta living with me since his birthday last December. We've just passed 6 months and are coming up on our first Valentine's Day together (he already got his gift of bath bombs. He already got me a diamond necklace for Christmas, and I still feel spoiled. He says we're staying at home to celebrate and I want to do a chocolate fondue with the pot I got as a gift and have never used).
He's got a history that couldn't be more opposite of mine, but his past that has given him the skills to whip up a fence for my mom's house and also the sensitivity to handle the raging monster I become when I am hungry. Not even a joke, the worst moments of we've had so far consist of me stomping my feet/crying for carbs when we've taken too long to decide where to eat after a long day at lab and kickboxing class. He lets me pick his brain on all sorts of things, even though he's the one with a psych degree. Whenever I've been afraid at every point of relationship landmarks (declaring mutual exclusion, officially dating, meeting family, saying "I love you" without using puns or mumbling under the breath, living together), he's been as stable as a horse's house (new idiom, I've still got it). Even when he's drunk (which is extremely rare as he is not a fan of alcohol, man takes his beer as de-fizzed as possible), he's sweet and reassuring and reveals his thoughts that I didn't even know I wanted to hear. His relationship history used to intimidate me, but not because a winding trail of ex-girlfriends or lovers ("that word bums me out unless it's between 'meat' and 'pizza'"). Just that I lack in such experience and that he has a better understanding of what he wants (and doesn't want). On our family cruise (yes the sweet sweet boyfriend went on a family cruise with me... his behavior was A+...mine was barely passing), he let me know that I didn't have anything to worry about and that the love he experienced with me was just as new to him as it was to me. I want to keep holding his soft hands and resort to tickling him when we wrestle. Which leads me to the next point...
I want to move back home. Home home. Not mom's house. We went back to build a new fence for the old house and mom mentioned how the realtor wanted to renew their contract, despite not having rented out the place in the past 6 months. Being back there and showing Jon around reminded me how much love I had for the childhood home and all of the sweet memories of playing in the yard and sliding on the then new floors. So I decided that I want to move back. With Jon. Get a job back home and fix up the place while we live there. Yeahhhhh. Work, not more school. I honestly want a break from academia. Have to keep moving out of our comfort zones, right? Personal and professional development, here I come. Also, yeah that house is only a quinzillion times bigger than the studio apartment with 1 bathroom and half a kitchen that houses me+jon+2 active young cats right now. I have been taking notes on all of the things I want to do in the house (the Pinteresting...so much Pinteresting has been done). The renters have really done a number on the place since we moved out in 06 (07?), and mom has made some interesting interior design choices in terms of the new kitchen countertop and slightly pink-ish white paint on the walls. Finally, it's time for that year of watching HGTV until I was physically ill to shine. So far on the list: changing the lights, refinishing the cabinets, cleaning and resealing tile floors, taking down the wallpaper, changing the light switches and outlet faces, reflooring, and repainting. Further down in dreamland territory: changing the backdoor and windows, taking out the backyard grill, putting in a kitchen island with outlets, and gardening/composting. However, the looming cost of these (plus beginning to repay student loans) and the possibility of foundation problems terrifies my bladder. I have been trolling r/DIY and craigslist for ideas and price ranges on appliances and projects. Had to take an actual pee break while writing this. We'll see how things go with the house. Mom suggested that Jon could also live with me (she's not currently aware of his housing status), so that's a positive sign. I am thankful that Jon is so handy with years of construction experience, so we can DIY or at the very least not be overcharged by contractors.
The cats would really appreciate the extra space and windows. They're running over each other and chewing through all of the electrical cords in the apartment. I brought them back home for Thanksgiving, and their interaction with Coco (mom's german shepherd mix that is 98% scaredy cat) was hilarious and insightful. Giogio disappeared the whole time that we were there, and she lost weight from not even venturing out to eat. Bbobbo took to the gigantic dog like a champ, that gradually transformed into a bully as soon as he realized how scared of everything Coco was. He would stand in doorways or in front of her kennel, effectively trapping her in. If she sniffed a little too close to him, he'd be hissing and running all over the place, which would have Coco tripping over herself to scramble away. He was very much the king of the hill. I wonder once we move to the house if we could get a dog. It would definitely have to pass the cats' sniff test. ha. haaaaa. Jon very aptly pointed out that I like playing house, so let me have these fantasy daydreams, ok? I'll get back to doing taxes and budgeting and job hunting in a minute. My beautiful white kitchen filled with natural light and bare countertops save for the few wooden bowls of fruit. The cats lazing in a sunbeam while perched on the cat tree their "grandma" bought them (Jon's mom got the cats a christmas gift). Jon hidden away in his office/gameroom either working or playing DOTA... I could be pretend figure skating on the wood floors or bringing tomatoes from the garden or reorganizing christmas lights or making boeuf bourgignon or playing basketball or running in the neighborhood. I can't wait.
It's been a few sleeps since the last time I posted. Surprise, surprise. A few things have changed in my life in that minute period. I'll start with the biggest, as I am not very good at being discrete (discreet? hmm).
The first thing is Jon (or mYnAMEjon as he likes to announce, not unlike a pokemon). We met last April, began officially dating July 27th (the same day as my thesis defense... many a milestone that day), and he's been sorta living with me since his birthday last December. We've just passed 6 months and are coming up on our first Valentine's Day together (he already got his gift of bath bombs. He already got me a diamond necklace for Christmas, and I still feel spoiled. He says we're staying at home to celebrate and I want to do a chocolate fondue with the pot I got as a gift and have never used).
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| Bbobbo was the first to go out into the snow. |
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| Meanwhile, princess Giogio remains in her tower. |
He's got a history that couldn't be more opposite of mine, but his past that has given him the skills to whip up a fence for my mom's house and also the sensitivity to handle the raging monster I become when I am hungry. Not even a joke, the worst moments of we've had so far consist of me stomping my feet/crying for carbs when we've taken too long to decide where to eat after a long day at lab and kickboxing class. He lets me pick his brain on all sorts of things, even though he's the one with a psych degree. Whenever I've been afraid at every point of relationship landmarks (declaring mutual exclusion, officially dating, meeting family, saying "I love you" without using puns or mumbling under the breath, living together), he's been as stable as a horse's house (new idiom, I've still got it). Even when he's drunk (which is extremely rare as he is not a fan of alcohol, man takes his beer as de-fizzed as possible), he's sweet and reassuring and reveals his thoughts that I didn't even know I wanted to hear. His relationship history used to intimidate me, but not because a winding trail of ex-girlfriends or lovers ("that word bums me out unless it's between 'meat' and 'pizza'"). Just that I lack in such experience and that he has a better understanding of what he wants (and doesn't want). On our family cruise (yes the sweet sweet boyfriend went on a family cruise with me... his behavior was A+...mine was barely passing), he let me know that I didn't have anything to worry about and that the love he experienced with me was just as new to him as it was to me. I want to keep holding his soft hands and resort to tickling him when we wrestle. Which leads me to the next point...
I want to move back home. Home home. Not mom's house. We went back to build a new fence for the old house and mom mentioned how the realtor wanted to renew their contract, despite not having rented out the place in the past 6 months. Being back there and showing Jon around reminded me how much love I had for the childhood home and all of the sweet memories of playing in the yard and sliding on the then new floors. So I decided that I want to move back. With Jon. Get a job back home and fix up the place while we live there. Yeahhhhh. Work, not more school. I honestly want a break from academia. Have to keep moving out of our comfort zones, right? Personal and professional development, here I come. Also, yeah that house is only a quinzillion times bigger than the studio apartment with 1 bathroom and half a kitchen that houses me+jon+2 active young cats right now. I have been taking notes on all of the things I want to do in the house (the Pinteresting...so much Pinteresting has been done). The renters have really done a number on the place since we moved out in 06 (07?), and mom has made some interesting interior design choices in terms of the new kitchen countertop and slightly pink-ish white paint on the walls. Finally, it's time for that year of watching HGTV until I was physically ill to shine. So far on the list: changing the lights, refinishing the cabinets, cleaning and resealing tile floors, taking down the wallpaper, changing the light switches and outlet faces, reflooring, and repainting. Further down in dreamland territory: changing the backdoor and windows, taking out the backyard grill, putting in a kitchen island with outlets, and gardening/composting. However, the looming cost of these (plus beginning to repay student loans) and the possibility of foundation problems terrifies my bladder. I have been trolling r/DIY and craigslist for ideas and price ranges on appliances and projects. Had to take an actual pee break while writing this. We'll see how things go with the house. Mom suggested that Jon could also live with me (she's not currently aware of his housing status), so that's a positive sign. I am thankful that Jon is so handy with years of construction experience, so we can DIY or at the very least not be overcharged by contractors.
The cats would really appreciate the extra space and windows. They're running over each other and chewing through all of the electrical cords in the apartment. I brought them back home for Thanksgiving, and their interaction with Coco (mom's german shepherd mix that is 98% scaredy cat) was hilarious and insightful. Giogio disappeared the whole time that we were there, and she lost weight from not even venturing out to eat. Bbobbo took to the gigantic dog like a champ, that gradually transformed into a bully as soon as he realized how scared of everything Coco was. He would stand in doorways or in front of her kennel, effectively trapping her in. If she sniffed a little too close to him, he'd be hissing and running all over the place, which would have Coco tripping over herself to scramble away. He was very much the king of the hill. I wonder once we move to the house if we could get a dog. It would definitely have to pass the cats' sniff test. ha. haaaaa. Jon very aptly pointed out that I like playing house, so let me have these fantasy daydreams, ok? I'll get back to doing taxes and budgeting and job hunting in a minute. My beautiful white kitchen filled with natural light and bare countertops save for the few wooden bowls of fruit. The cats lazing in a sunbeam while perched on the cat tree their "grandma" bought them (Jon's mom got the cats a christmas gift). Jon hidden away in his office/gameroom either working or playing DOTA... I could be pretend figure skating on the wood floors or bringing tomatoes from the garden or reorganizing christmas lights or making boeuf bourgignon or playing basketball or running in the neighborhood. I can't wait.
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